Tear drops break the surface of the effervescent expanse
Ripples glide across the water
Caressing my body,
Suspended by the brine.
Your touch frequents my body,
Breaking the stillness
And the path of the tide.
It breaks the surface,
Amongst that which lends life,
Glistens a turquoise orb, the all seeing-eye.
You gaze into my essence and
Dissect my soul
With a cold metallic blade,
The wounds absorb.
The deep and timeless ocean,
Eternally visitant, ever vigilant.
She beckons to you upon a snow capped wave,
Alluring you into her depths.
The tide has taken.
I peer into the depths of your untainted eyes
Free to stay
Willing to fly.
You can see, only in two dimensions
Crashing into glass, mirrored,
Invisible to your method of sight
Your world is governed by those translucent
Bird-song drifts upon resonance
Belonging to you, a celestial being
It is absorbed into the mind’s eye
The melody still glides, perpetually
It carries beneath the black abyss,
Solar amidst the darkness.
Suspended upon the crest of a wave,
As the parched petals of the Lotus Flower,
Sink below the surface, creating refracted
Portraits on the meniscus of the water.
Fuchsine shards of glass apparently resting
On a non-utonian liquid.
A buoyant sheet of plastic drifts downstream,
Carrying water vapour on its underbelly.
The dappled fish meander by below
It reveals the true spectrum of colours to them,
Through the misted haze and
Illusively white light.
While all is seemingly irreparable
The birds still cut the clouds and
Delve into the perpetual nothingness
Of the night sky.
Unknowing yet not un-loving like
The malevolent force that swept their nests
Leadite sharpened and ready,
Cutting upon the blank surface of the page;
Like the meandering brush stroke
Wild and ardent in the face of uncertainty.
The barren landscape flows with the stream
Melding into the turquoise tides,
Slowly evaporating on the soldered ochre shore.
The bird has left the nest.
Like the untamed beast who roams the
Lavender, gorse spangled mountain tops,
Eternally galloping, almost as if to find an absolution,
An absolution that will never come.
Monotonous tones from the worn-down
Lead break the ominous silence.
The pencil falls upon the page,
The line has been drawn.
As the satiated mug of painted liquid
Begins to overflow, all becomes un-misted
And defined like the scene depicted
On the opposite wall, distant and untaught
In the end they all become one as the birds and
The beast recede into the folder of painted
Forgotten and Eternal Dagger
He unsheathed the fuchsine dagger
Etching epitaphs into the face of a tree
Its sap runs clear.
The syntax of sadness, eternally changing.
Transcribed upon the effervescent water,
All is lost but not forgotten
Echoing sounds run clear
Through the forest, embracing the tree
As the dagger
Starts to spiral downwards it cuts momentary chasms
in the water
Seemingly ever changing,
Covering itself over, irreparable yet not
An insouciant feather rests on the meniscus of the water.
The surrounding flowers are ever changing
Their desperate cries are unheard and forgotten.
The sky becomes clear,
Interrupted by a falling tree,
Spiralling towards a perfidious dagger
The deep knife slash, changing
Are the voices of the tree
Everything has become clear,
As clear as the forgotten
Sands that became glass and water.
Like the blade resting inside of Gaia, the
The droplets of descending rain flow clear
From the face of the stars, caressing the leaves of
Is now suspended, it’s conation to perform now
The cocoon has completed changing, its metamorphosis,
Now resting, translucent as if a tenuous
body of water.
The kestrel has descended from the changing
Skies, falling through the forgotten.
In the end the water
Can lay still & become truly clear.
The seed is spread, that of the tree,
Resting at his foot, eternally the dagger.
The tree grew its saplings, clear and untainted,
The changing water absorbed through their roots,
Always wondering what lies beneath the forgotten &